Today, I cooked food.*
Maggi Mee is not counted
Sunday, December 13, 2009
Monday, November 23, 2009
As a conclusion, giving up Manglish for good is futile. However, learning when to use it and when not to is not an impossible feat. We must learn to discipline ourselves at times as to make sure we speak proper English, the language the majority of all English speakers can comprehend.
That is an excerpt from a short article (?) I wrote on Malaysian English. It's something different than what I usually write. That's why of all the essays and articles I wrote this year for some purpose or another, this is my favourite. Credits to Elson for the topic.
My brother came back from Australia a while back. He's a lot different than before. He told my mum and I that the best way to prevent unwanted hair fall is to shave your head.
My brother a while back
My brother after his new realization
He told us that while we were buying shampoo at Tesco today. His hair has grown back, so he wasn't left out.
The first picture was the only proper picture of him available before his new 'hairstlye'. Don't ask me why his eyes aren't open. I don't know either. He would murder me if he saw the first picture.
Yup. That's all
For all you people who congratulated me, thanks, I appreciate it. Though really, looking at it in one way, its not an award, its a job. Quote : "Right now you would be all happy and excited, but next year...". And that's what makes me more nervous/worried than happy. Wish me luck, anyways.
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Yes, that's my father
This is a random story
I remember my father telling me a true story.
Before I tell you the story, let me introduce the characters.
Aunty Jane (not her real name)
Pa (not his real name either)
Aunty Jane is my extremely talkative aunt. Pa is my father (yes, I call him that)
My aunt lives somewhere oversees (far away), so whenever she calls, it usually an unearthly hour at night for us here in Malaysia.
One day, my aunt called our house. Since my mum was asleep, my father picked up the phone. My aunt started talking to him. And just kept on talking and talking and talking without stopping. After awhile, my father needed to go to the bathroom. However, he couldn't manage to stop her. So he put the phone aside and went to the bathroom quickly.
When he came back, she was still talking normally.
On another occasion, she called late at night and my father was half asleep. While talking to her, he dozed off. He awoke to find his sister-in-law still talking on and on.
Maybe you find this to be fake, but then again, if you talked to my aunt, you would never doubt that it's true.
I remember my father telling me a true story.
Before I tell you the story, let me introduce the characters.
Aunty Jane (not her real name)
Pa (not his real name either)
Aunty Jane is my extremely talkative aunt. Pa is my father (yes, I call him that)
My aunt lives somewhere oversees (far away), so whenever she calls, it usually an unearthly hour at night for us here in Malaysia.
One day, my aunt called our house. Since my mum was asleep, my father picked up the phone. My aunt started talking to him. And just kept on talking and talking and talking without stopping. After awhile, my father needed to go to the bathroom. However, he couldn't manage to stop her. So he put the phone aside and went to the bathroom quickly.
When he came back, she was still talking normally.
On another occasion, she called late at night and my father was half asleep. While talking to her, he dozed off. He awoke to find his sister-in-law still talking on and on.
Maybe you find this to be fake, but then again, if you talked to my aunt, you would never doubt that it's true.
Friday, November 13, 2009
Time flies
Today was awesome. After 3 crappy weeks of crappy problems, finally, a good day.
I wrote the above line on Friday, the last day of school. But then I got lazy and stopped blogging.
Anyway, remembering why the day was awesome......
Well it wasn't the fact that is was the last day of school. I will miss form 1. Met nice people, got involved in things I like doing, didn't have any major mess ups.
Anyway, it was an awesome day because of three awesome (unexpected) people who were kind enough to help me. Just that simple act made my day many times better. Thanks, Xin Jing, Yi Rou and Aziza.
Then the day became even more awesome-er when I recieved the 2nd place medal for Chess in the hall. Xin Yen got first (she totally beat the living daylights out of me. No one stood a chance. She's way too good for any of us.) and Naeem got 3rd.
After that, we had reccess. The day grew awesomer-ish, Shaan was kind enough to give me a pack of Twinkies (or is it Twinkles?). Shared it with Sue, Alim, Xin Yen, Preveena and Jac who happened to be nearby when I opened it. I remember, when I was about to give Sue her share, Preveena had taken her second helping and I noticed the pack was empty. Just as I was about to ask her not to eat it, she ate it. The timing of it made me laugh.
Afterwards, there was no duty, so I wandered around the school with Alim and Sue for awhile. They insisted on taking pictures, so we did. Unfortunately, no samples here. Yet. (They say a picture says a thousand words. I'm pretty sure I can do a thousand words. Maybe later)
Once reccess was over, we went to the hall.
Shonia: Thank God you're here! Go arrange chairs (well, she didn't say those exact words, but these were the words that were interprated by my brain)
Luke: ???
We carried the benches to the back.
Another awesome part of the day: As I was struggling to carry a bench by myself, a random form 2 guy named Wy Keat (I remember) offered to help me carry the bench. Y'know, all these small things make me happy. Thanks dude. He didn't even have to, but he did.
After all the struggles of moving chairs and benches, the 'majlis' for the retiring teachers began.
I can't honestly say I will miss the two teachers retiring, since I do not really know them.
But the performances were awesome. 2 Teratai's and 1 Kenanga's performance is a personal favourite. All of the performances were overall awesome. Tong Hua was nice, and Soo Ling's solo performance was amazing as usual. There were many more, all of them nice.
To sum it up, the day was awesomely awesome. Will never forget it.
For the sake of repetition: AWESOME
I wrote the above line on Friday, the last day of school. But then I got lazy and stopped blogging.
Anyway, remembering why the day was awesome......
Well it wasn't the fact that is was the last day of school. I will miss form 1. Met nice people, got involved in things I like doing, didn't have any major mess ups.
Anyway, it was an awesome day because of three awesome (unexpected) people who were kind enough to help me. Just that simple act made my day many times better. Thanks, Xin Jing, Yi Rou and Aziza.
Then the day became even more awesome-er when I recieved the 2nd place medal for Chess in the hall. Xin Yen got first (she totally beat the living daylights out of me. No one stood a chance. She's way too good for any of us.) and Naeem got 3rd.
After that, we had reccess. The day grew awesomer-ish, Shaan was kind enough to give me a pack of Twinkies (or is it Twinkles?). Shared it with Sue, Alim, Xin Yen, Preveena and Jac who happened to be nearby when I opened it. I remember, when I was about to give Sue her share, Preveena had taken her second helping and I noticed the pack was empty. Just as I was about to ask her not to eat it, she ate it. The timing of it made me laugh.
Afterwards, there was no duty, so I wandered around the school with Alim and Sue for awhile. They insisted on taking pictures, so we did. Unfortunately, no samples here. Yet. (They say a picture says a thousand words. I'm pretty sure I can do a thousand words. Maybe later)
Once reccess was over, we went to the hall.
Shonia: Thank God you're here! Go arrange chairs (well, she didn't say those exact words, but these were the words that were interprated by my brain)
Luke: ???
We carried the benches to the back.
Another awesome part of the day: As I was struggling to carry a bench by myself, a random form 2 guy named Wy Keat (I remember) offered to help me carry the bench. Y'know, all these small things make me happy. Thanks dude. He didn't even have to, but he did.
After all the struggles of moving chairs and benches, the 'majlis' for the retiring teachers began.
I can't honestly say I will miss the two teachers retiring, since I do not really know them.
But the performances were awesome. 2 Teratai's and 1 Kenanga's performance is a personal favourite. All of the performances were overall awesome. Tong Hua was nice, and Soo Ling's solo performance was amazing as usual. There were many more, all of them nice.
To sum it up, the day was awesomely awesome. Will never forget it.
For the sake of repetition: AWESOME
Sunday, November 8, 2009
Freedom
This would be my 48th post. Frankly, I'm just not the kind of guy who blogs frequently.
I guess one of the reasons I actually keep this blog is for a sort of diary where I could look back when I'm older. Like, when I'm an old grandpa, I could tell my grandkids:
"You know, when I was your age, I used to have this crappy redundant blog I never really updated properly. Looking back though, it reminded me of all the things I did when I was young. Now if only it could tell me where I put my glasses...."
To which the kid replies : "What's a blog?"
Of course, this would never happen. By the time I'm that old, the world would have most probably come to a catastrophic end. Don't say I didn't warn you.
Anyway, its that time of the year again. The time to reflect on all the things that have happened and decide whether I could consider it a good year.*1 Then again, its barely December yet. I'll put the reflecting on hold.
At this point of time, I am listening to Octavarium by Dream Theater. Dream Theater isn't on the top of my list of Favourite Bands, but Octavarium is something worth listening to. By the way, it's 24 minutes long. I don't really bother listening past the 13th minute though. Go listen to the first thirteen minutes.
Yup that's all.
*1 No, it's not that time of the year to wash my socks....
I guess one of the reasons I actually keep this blog is for a sort of diary where I could look back when I'm older. Like, when I'm an old grandpa, I could tell my grandkids:
"You know, when I was your age, I used to have this crappy redundant blog I never really updated properly. Looking back though, it reminded me of all the things I did when I was young. Now if only it could tell me where I put my glasses...."
To which the kid replies : "What's a blog?"
Of course, this would never happen. By the time I'm that old, the world would have most probably come to a catastrophic end. Don't say I didn't warn you.
Anyway, its that time of the year again. The time to reflect on all the things that have happened and decide whether I could consider it a good year.*1 Then again, its barely December yet. I'll put the reflecting on hold.
At this point of time, I am listening to Octavarium by Dream Theater. Dream Theater isn't on the top of my list of Favourite Bands, but Octavarium is something worth listening to. By the way, it's 24 minutes long. I don't really bother listening past the 13th minute though. Go listen to the first thirteen minutes.
Yup that's all.
*1 No, it's not that time of the year to wash my socks....
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
The difference
Since there are people buggin me to update this blog, I shall, even though it has been updated a week ago (or has it?)
Here's a story I read when I was young (younger than this at least). It's one of those stories with those kind of morals. I can't remember it much, so I've edited it. A lot.
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A long, long time ago, in a galaxy far-far away, there lived a king. Let's call him Ali. King Ali had this very trusted advisor who was named Abu. One day, King Ali and Abu were on a boat going to this island. On the boat, there were 4 'workers'*1 who had to row the boat.
On the way to the island, Ali and Abu fell asleep. While asleep, the workers began complaining to each other.
"You see those two fatso's sleeping! We here have to work so hard while those lazy bums get to doze off!"
"Yah lah! This isn't fair wan! How come they get to relax while we have to work!? What makes them better than us?"
Unknown to them, King Ali wasn't really sleeping. He had heard all that they had said, and so decided to teach them a lesson the next day.
When the group had reached the island, it was late at night, so they decided to set out camp. Everyone slept, including the workers. Early in the morning (like, really really early), the king awoke. He then proceeded to wake up his 4 workers, asking them to go out for a walk with him. The workers complied and followed. The king's advisor, Abu, remained asleep.
While walking, the king started talking to his workers about this really special dog which was famed for saving people etc. The dog (let's call it Lassie) was vacationing on the island. The king asked his workers to run off, find the dog and tell him what breed was it.
And so the workers ran off, found the dog and its owner and returned the king.
"So did you find out what breed is it?" The king asked.
"Yah, it's a Mongrel" One of the workers replied.
"Ok, good. Do you know what colour it is?"
"Uh, no. Let us go and check." So they ran off to find the dog.
They returned a while later, panting and tired.
"Did you find out?" The king asked,
"It's white in colour with brown spots" One of the workers replied.
"You know, I heard this Lassie dog has puppies. Do you know how many puppies it has?"
"Lemme go and check." And they ran off again.
A while later, the four workers returned, exhausted.
"So?"
"It has 5 puppies..."
"What colour are they?"
At this point the workers nearly keeled over and died.
"Nak pengsan sudah...." one of the workers whispered to another.
The workers ran off again, then came back.
"3 of the puppies are white with brown spots, like it's mother. 2 of them are just brown."
"Ok, good work. That is enough. Now, let me show you something." The king said. They returned to camp where the advisor was still sleeping. The king woke up the advisor and asked him to follow them for a walk.
"You know, Abu, there's this really special dog on the island today. Can you find it and tell me what breed it is?"
And so Abu ran off. He returned a while later. He brought the dog and its litter.
"Just in case....."
So the moral of the story is....Well I don't know. You go and find it yourself. I didn't actually expect you to read any of it anyway.
*1 I do believe the correct term is 'hamba'
Here's a story I read when I was young (younger than this at least). It's one of those stories with those kind of morals. I can't remember it much, so I've edited it. A lot.
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A long, long time ago, in a galaxy far-far away, there lived a king. Let's call him Ali. King Ali had this very trusted advisor who was named Abu. One day, King Ali and Abu were on a boat going to this island. On the boat, there were 4 'workers'*1 who had to row the boat.
On the way to the island, Ali and Abu fell asleep. While asleep, the workers began complaining to each other.
"You see those two fatso's sleeping! We here have to work so hard while those lazy bums get to doze off!"
"Yah lah! This isn't fair wan! How come they get to relax while we have to work!? What makes them better than us?"
Unknown to them, King Ali wasn't really sleeping. He had heard all that they had said, and so decided to teach them a lesson the next day.
When the group had reached the island, it was late at night, so they decided to set out camp. Everyone slept, including the workers. Early in the morning (like, really really early), the king awoke. He then proceeded to wake up his 4 workers, asking them to go out for a walk with him. The workers complied and followed. The king's advisor, Abu, remained asleep.
While walking, the king started talking to his workers about this really special dog which was famed for saving people etc. The dog (let's call it Lassie) was vacationing on the island. The king asked his workers to run off, find the dog and tell him what breed was it.
And so the workers ran off, found the dog and its owner and returned the king.
"So did you find out what breed is it?" The king asked.
"Yah, it's a Mongrel" One of the workers replied.
"Ok, good. Do you know what colour it is?"
"Uh, no. Let us go and check." So they ran off to find the dog.
They returned a while later, panting and tired.
"Did you find out?" The king asked,
"It's white in colour with brown spots" One of the workers replied.
"You know, I heard this Lassie dog has puppies. Do you know how many puppies it has?"
"Lemme go and check." And they ran off again.
A while later, the four workers returned, exhausted.
"So?"
"It has 5 puppies..."
"What colour are they?"
At this point the workers nearly keeled over and died.
"Nak pengsan sudah...." one of the workers whispered to another.
The workers ran off again, then came back.
"3 of the puppies are white with brown spots, like it's mother. 2 of them are just brown."
"Ok, good work. That is enough. Now, let me show you something." The king said. They returned to camp where the advisor was still sleeping. The king woke up the advisor and asked him to follow them for a walk.
"You know, Abu, there's this really special dog on the island today. Can you find it and tell me what breed it is?"
And so Abu ran off. He returned a while later. He brought the dog and its litter.
"Just in case....."
So the moral of the story is....Well I don't know. You go and find it yourself. I didn't actually expect you to read any of it anyway.
*1 I do believe the correct term is 'hamba'
Friday, September 25, 2009
It has come alive
At last, the lazy blogger has come back to his job of blogging. (I wouldn't have done this, unless that guy/girl named some1 asked me to. Thanks, unknown person.)
Holidays are boring. So boring in fact, that there's nothing particularly interesting to blog about.
Well let me tell of the things before the holidays.
First, there's public speaking. It was meant to be a "competition" but it wasn't. It was a mock competition to see whether there were any potential public speakers for training. Everyone expected a good turn-out rate. However, by everyone I meant by Pn. Tan, Alim and I together with the three other participants from Teratai, Brian, Lu Zhong and Niesha.
Looking at the fact that there was so little people participating, and the fact that some had stage fright (Which makes me come to the question: Is that possible with only five people watching you?), and the fact that it was impromptu, I have a feeling Alim and I are getting in. Especially Alim (The Professional).
Anyway, here's something interesting I read,
Concepts such as yin and yang argue that evil and good are complementary opposites within a greater whole. If one disappears, the other must disappear as well, leaving emptiness.
Compassion, a valuable virtue, can only exist if there is suffering. Bravery only exists if we sometimes face danger. Self-sacrifice is another great good, but can only exist if there is inter-dependence, if some people find themselves in situations where they need help from others.
Holidays are boring. So boring in fact, that there's nothing particularly interesting to blog about.
Well let me tell of the things before the holidays.
First, there's public speaking. It was meant to be a "competition" but it wasn't. It was a mock competition to see whether there were any potential public speakers for training. Everyone expected a good turn-out rate. However, by everyone I meant by Pn. Tan, Alim and I together with the three other participants from Teratai, Brian, Lu Zhong and Niesha.
Looking at the fact that there was so little people participating, and the fact that some had stage fright (Which makes me come to the question: Is that possible with only five people watching you?), and the fact that it was impromptu, I have a feeling Alim and I are getting in. Especially Alim (The Professional).
Anyway, here's something interesting I read,
Concepts such as yin and yang argue that evil and good are complementary opposites within a greater whole. If one disappears, the other must disappear as well, leaving emptiness.
Compassion, a valuable virtue, can only exist if there is suffering. Bravery only exists if we sometimes face danger. Self-sacrifice is another great good, but can only exist if there is inter-dependence, if some people find themselves in situations where they need help from others.
Monday, July 27, 2009
Stupidity
Accident Report
This one needs an introduction, so you won't be lost at the beginning. This man was in an accident at work, so he filled out an insurance claim. The insurance company contacted him and asked for more information. This was his response:
"I am writing in response to your request for additional information, for block number 3 of the accident reporting form. I put 'poor planning' as the cause of my accident. You said in your letter that I should explain more fully and I trust the following detail will be sufficient.
I am an amateur radio operator and on the day of the accident, I was working alone on the top section of my new 80-foot tower. When I had completed my work, I discovered that I had, over the course of several trips up the tower, brought up about 300 pounds of tools and spare hardware. Rather than carry the now unneeded tools and material down by hand, I decided to lower the items down in a small barrel by using the pulley attached to the gin pole at the top of the tower.
Securing the rope at ground level, I went to the top of the tower and loaded the tools and material into the barrel. Then I went back to the ground and untied the rope, holding it tightly to ensure a slow decent of the 300 pounds of tools."
"You will note in block number 11 of the accident reporting form that I weigh only 155 pounds. Due to my surprise of being jerked off the ground so suddenly, I lost my presence of mind and forgot to let go of the rope. Needless to say, I proceeded at a rather rapid rate of speed up the side of the tower. In the vicinity of the 40-foot level, I met the barrel coming down. This explains my fractured skull and broken collarbone.
Slowed only slightly, I continued my rapid ascent, not stopping until the fingers of my right hand were two knuckles deep into the pulley. Fortunately, by this time, I had regained my presence of mind and was able to hold onto the rope in spite of my pain. At approximately the same time, however, the barrel of tools hit the ground and the bottom fell out of the barrel."
"Devoid of the weight of the tools, the barrel now weighed approximately 20 pounds. I refer you again to my weight in block number 11. As you might imagine, I began a rapid descent down the side of the tower. In the vicinity of the 40-foot level, I met the barrel coming up. This accounts for the two fractured ankles, and the lacerations of my legs and lower body.
The encounter with the barrel slowed me enough to lessen my injuries when I fell onto the pile of tools and, fortunately, only three vertebrae were cracked. I am sorry to report, however, that as I lay there on the tools, in pain, unable to stand and watching the empty barrel 80 feet above me, I again lost my presence of mind. I let go of the rope..."
This one's a fake, but you have to admire the creativity of the guy who created it.
This one needs an introduction, so you won't be lost at the beginning. This man was in an accident at work, so he filled out an insurance claim. The insurance company contacted him and asked for more information. This was his response:
"I am writing in response to your request for additional information, for block number 3 of the accident reporting form. I put 'poor planning' as the cause of my accident. You said in your letter that I should explain more fully and I trust the following detail will be sufficient.
I am an amateur radio operator and on the day of the accident, I was working alone on the top section of my new 80-foot tower. When I had completed my work, I discovered that I had, over the course of several trips up the tower, brought up about 300 pounds of tools and spare hardware. Rather than carry the now unneeded tools and material down by hand, I decided to lower the items down in a small barrel by using the pulley attached to the gin pole at the top of the tower.
Securing the rope at ground level, I went to the top of the tower and loaded the tools and material into the barrel. Then I went back to the ground and untied the rope, holding it tightly to ensure a slow decent of the 300 pounds of tools."
"You will note in block number 11 of the accident reporting form that I weigh only 155 pounds. Due to my surprise of being jerked off the ground so suddenly, I lost my presence of mind and forgot to let go of the rope. Needless to say, I proceeded at a rather rapid rate of speed up the side of the tower. In the vicinity of the 40-foot level, I met the barrel coming down. This explains my fractured skull and broken collarbone.
Slowed only slightly, I continued my rapid ascent, not stopping until the fingers of my right hand were two knuckles deep into the pulley. Fortunately, by this time, I had regained my presence of mind and was able to hold onto the rope in spite of my pain. At approximately the same time, however, the barrel of tools hit the ground and the bottom fell out of the barrel."
"Devoid of the weight of the tools, the barrel now weighed approximately 20 pounds. I refer you again to my weight in block number 11. As you might imagine, I began a rapid descent down the side of the tower. In the vicinity of the 40-foot level, I met the barrel coming up. This accounts for the two fractured ankles, and the lacerations of my legs and lower body.
The encounter with the barrel slowed me enough to lessen my injuries when I fell onto the pile of tools and, fortunately, only three vertebrae were cracked. I am sorry to report, however, that as I lay there on the tools, in pain, unable to stand and watching the empty barrel 80 feet above me, I again lost my presence of mind. I let go of the rope..."
This one's a fake, but you have to admire the creativity of the guy who created it.
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
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Crikey! This one reminds me of that Aussie dude that goes "Crikey!" for some reason.
Good ol' Josef. (This is not meant to be sarcastic, take it seriously. He's a nice guy, just very annoying)
Now, here is a question you may have heard. Don't continue reading if you do not like to think.
Let's say you're on this game show. In this game show, you are offered the chance to win a car.
But, all is not simple. The car is hidden behind one of three doors and you are to guess which door contains the car. One door contains that luxurious dream Ferrari/Lamborghini/Mercedes/whatevermakesyouhappycar you've always wanted while the two other doors contain Goats. Yes, Live stinking dirty goats which you would not want.
So you choose one door. The game show host does not open the door you have chosen just yet. Instead, he makes you wait in agony as he opens another door, to show a goat. Then he gives you one last chance. You could stick with your first choice, or you could swap and choose the last available door.
(Door 1#) Your first choice
(Door 2#) The Door revealed to have a goat
(Door 3#) The last remaining door
Now, using pure maths with no luck whatsoever involved in the equation, which choice would give you the best chance of winning a car?
1) Sticking with your first choice?
2) Swaping to the last door?
3) Or does it really make no difference?
4) (Bonus option) Punch the game show host in the face?
Just drop your answer in the chatbox. If you have the uncontrollable urge to explain in detail your chosen answer, you may do so by leaving a comment on this post.
....And no saying that you'd rather have a goat.........
*By the way, this is actually a very famous question. It has its own name, but I won't reveal yet, because I know some would just google it and find the answer. Think! Picture of Josef acting like/resembling Steve Irwin taken/stolen from ALim's blog.
Friday, July 3, 2009
Nice one
....and so we went to the library that day and managed to delay having to 'membentang' our project, for it was library week.
And there was this murder scene (fake of course, but you never know) and we were given clues.
And the smart one, Adrian Tan, rhetorically asked the librarian
"Oh, do we get to take finger prints?"
To which the librarian replied:
"Malaysian forensics, what do you think?"
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That is so-ooooo-ooo true.
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Encik Sivam, encouraging students to use Disk Defragmenter.
"At home, close you door and make sure no one is around and there is no sound. Defragment your disk and you can hear your computer softly saying "Thank you, I love you""
And there was this murder scene (fake of course, but you never know) and we were given clues.
And the smart one, Adrian Tan, rhetorically asked the librarian
"Oh, do we get to take finger prints?"
To which the librarian replied:
"Malaysian forensics, what do you think?"
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That is so-ooooo-ooo true.
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Encik Sivam, encouraging students to use Disk Defragmenter.
"At home, close you door and make sure no one is around and there is no sound. Defragment your disk and you can hear your computer softly saying "Thank you, I love you""
Sunday, June 14, 2009
Quotes
Here are a few quotes you may find amusing.
Taken from www.amusingquotes.com (You wouldn't think I thought of the word amusing myself, did you?)
On Stupidity
A Minneapolis company has come out with a credit card size shotgun that fits in your wallet. The inventor says he invented it to give people a sense of security. Oh yeah, what makes you feel more secure than sitting on shotgun? Now how does this work? What's the first thing a thief steals? Your wallet, oh, now he's got your gun too!
-- Jay Leno
The difference between genius and stupidity is that genius has its limits
-- Albert Einstein
On Pessimism
A pessimist is a man who looks both ways before crossing a one-way street.
-- Laurence J Peter
On Lying
"There are three kinds of lies: lies, damned lies, and statistics."
-- Mark Twain
Taken from www.amusingquotes.com (You wouldn't think I thought of the word amusing myself, did you?)
On Stupidity
A Minneapolis company has come out with a credit card size shotgun that fits in your wallet. The inventor says he invented it to give people a sense of security. Oh yeah, what makes you feel more secure than sitting on shotgun? Now how does this work? What's the first thing a thief steals? Your wallet, oh, now he's got your gun too!
-- Jay Leno
The difference between genius and stupidity is that genius has its limits
-- Albert Einstein
On Pessimism
A pessimist is a man who looks both ways before crossing a one-way street.
-- Laurence J Peter
On Lying
"There are three kinds of lies: lies, damned lies, and statistics."
-- Mark Twain
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Let's Talk Music
I'm doing something unusual.
I'm blogging for the second day in a row!
First, look to the right on this webpage.
Go down a bit.
Look at the playlist.
Stare at it for 5 seconds.
Then come back and read this post.
Imeem just won't play the full song anymore, so I've decided to create a playlist using some "Mixpod" thing. Useful stuff.
The songs on the playlist are definitely 7 of my (Most) favourite(est) songs. Let's go through them one by one shall we?
Song 1#
Why (Instrumental) By Ayaka
I love this song. I put it on my blog a long time ago, and a few people liked it.
I prefer the instrumental compared to the real song.
Song 2#
Soldier's Poem By Muse
A nice song by Muse. The more you listen to it, the more you like it. At certain parts, it sounds like Ave Maria. It has a nice melody and conveys a good message, if you could hear what on earth the guy (Matthew Ballemy) is trying to say in the first place.
Song 3#
The Burdened One, Crisis Core Soundtrack
A beautiful piano and violin (I think it's violin) duet. One of the nicest songs I've heard.
Song 4#
24 By Switchfoot
Another beautiful song. It's quite long compared to the previous songs. Has a good message too, listen to the lyrics.
Song 5#
Reminiscing ~Unerasable Memory~, Chrono Cross Soundtrack
A nice piano song. I wish I had the sheet music.....
You. Must. Listen. To. It. One of the best I've listened to.
Song 6#
Sunshine Boy/Sunny Otaku by Jay Chou
Catchy song. Let me repeat. Catchy Song.
Jay Chou rocks. Most of you have heard that a lot.
Song 7#
Fix You, By Coldplay, Piano Arrangment by TheSheetMusicGuy
You'll have to wait awhile for the song to start.
Somehow, I like the piano arrangment a teeny weeny more than the real song. I love the lyrics in the real song though.
It's arranged perfectly in my opinion.
Well, there's my rant on music. Try to listen to them if think its suitable to do so.
I'm blogging for the second day in a row!
First, look to the right on this webpage.
Go down a bit.
Look at the playlist.
Stare at it for 5 seconds.
Then come back and read this post.
Imeem just won't play the full song anymore, so I've decided to create a playlist using some "Mixpod" thing. Useful stuff.
The songs on the playlist are definitely 7 of my (Most) favourite(est) songs. Let's go through them one by one shall we?
Song 1#
Why (Instrumental) By Ayaka
I love this song. I put it on my blog a long time ago, and a few people liked it.
I prefer the instrumental compared to the real song.
Song 2#
Soldier's Poem By Muse
A nice song by Muse. The more you listen to it, the more you like it. At certain parts, it sounds like Ave Maria. It has a nice melody and conveys a good message, if you could hear what on earth the guy (Matthew Ballemy) is trying to say in the first place.
Song 3#
The Burdened One, Crisis Core Soundtrack
A beautiful piano and violin (I think it's violin) duet. One of the nicest songs I've heard.
Song 4#
24 By Switchfoot
Another beautiful song. It's quite long compared to the previous songs. Has a good message too, listen to the lyrics.
Song 5#
Reminiscing ~Unerasable Memory~, Chrono Cross Soundtrack
A nice piano song. I wish I had the sheet music.....
You. Must. Listen. To. It. One of the best I've listened to.
Song 6#
Sunshine Boy/Sunny Otaku by Jay Chou
Catchy song. Let me repeat. Catchy Song.
Jay Chou rocks. Most of you have heard that a lot.
Song 7#
Fix You, By Coldplay, Piano Arrangment by TheSheetMusicGuy
You'll have to wait awhile for the song to start.
Somehow, I like the piano arrangment a teeny weeny more than the real song. I love the lyrics in the real song though.
It's arranged perfectly in my opinion.
Well, there's my rant on music. Try to listen to them if think its suitable to do so.
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
The Mother of all Tag Posts
I don't blog everyday.
And this is why I have accumalated a trillion tags so far.
Therefore, I shall now attempt to complete all of them.
This post will be long, so I can force you to listen to the beautiful music I've put on the blog.
Don't you dare mute it.
Tag 1#
Tagged by from what I know, Alim, Jeremy and Sue.
1. Besides your lips, where is the favorite spot to get kissed?
Kissed?
2. How did you feel when you woke up this morning?
Depressed (Argh! Dang projects!)
3. Who was the last person/people you took a photo with?
Sue, teacher's day. (While dutying, and Amirul, a form 4 prefect gave me the look)
4. Would you consider yourself spoiled?
Perhaps.
5. Will you ever donate blood?
If I can
6. Have you ever had a best friend who was of the opposite sex?
Of course
7. Do you want someone to be dead?
If projects were people, then yes.
8. What does your last text message say?
Lolz-, - Sue Lin
9. What are you thinking right now?
5 days left to get work done.
10. Do you want someone to be with you right now?
Somewhat.
11. What was the time you went to bed last night?
12:00 A.m. +
12. Where did you buy the tee you are wearing now?
My bro's, so ask him
13. Is someone on your mind right now?
Maybe
14. Who was the last person who text you?
Sue.
TEN Lucky people to do this quiz. Sad, most have done it.
Ten lucky people tagged for the sake of completing this tag.
1. Alim
2. Jin
3. Sue
4. Elson
5. Claire
6. Jeremy
7. Ming
8. Tan ( The Tan)
9. Li Yin
10. Shiva
15. Who is no. 2 (Jin) having a relationship with?
?
16. Is no. 3 (Sue) a male or a female?
Gee, I wonder.
17. If no. 7 (Ming) and no. 1 (Alim) get together, would it be a good?
Odd, very odd. I guess, if in a friendly way.
18. What is no. 1 (Alim) studying about?
The art of finding fault.
19. When was the last time you chatted with them?
1. Alim- Last week, I think
2. Jin- Somewhere in the beggining of this year
3. Sue- Yesterday
4. Elson- The day before teacher's day
5. Claire- Teacher's day
6. Jeremy- A while back
7. Ming- Saturday
8. Tan ( The Tan)- Teacher's day
9. Li Yin- Teacher's day
10. Shiva- Teacher's day.
20. Is no. 4 (Elson) single?
Of course!!!
21. Say something about no. 2 (Jin).
He can make you cry. By telling jokes. Though he doesn't really tell jokes, he just acts funny (In a good way)
22. What do you think about no. 2 (Jin) and no. 6 (Jeremy) being together ?
Weird.
23. Describe no. 9 (Li Yin).
Has a very high pitched voice, soft, and an subject of hate by many other girls.
24. What will you do if no. 6 (Jeremy) and no. 7 (Ming) fight ?
Impossible, now if it were No 7 and 8, that will be more understandable. And funny.
25. Do you like 8 (Tan) ?
Yeah!!! I mean come on, how can you not like him!??!!
Tag 2# - By Sue, in my knowledge
All 21 people must do unless you don't have a
blog.
Write the names of 21 friends you can think of in your head.
And then answer the questions,Say you're guessing if you don't know,but
at least guess on all of them.
After doing this, tag your 21 "lucky" friends to do the
same.
1. Sue
2. Alim
3. Claire
4. Jin
5. Elson
6. Ming
7. Tan
8. Shiva
9. Boon
10. Adam Harith
11. Li Yin
12. Lauren (Yeah! Go Anggerik!!!)
13. Xi Shern
14. Jeremy
15. Sern Tai
16. Xin Yen
17. Xin Mei
18. Aziza
19. Heeran
20. Shonia
21. Pn Harbans
1. How did you meet 7? (Tan)
SMKDU, 1 Anggerik '09.
2. What would you do if you and 15 had never met? (Sern Tai)
My life would be so......happy.
3. What would you do if 20 and 1 dated? (Sue, Shonia)
!?
4. Have you seen 17 cried? (Xin Mei)
Once, or twice
5. Would 4 and 16 make a good couple? (Jin and Xin Yen)
They'd make an interesting couple
6. Do you think 11 is attractive? (Li Yin)
...
7. What is 2's favourite colour? (Alim)
Pink!! (That was a joke, black perhaps, or maybe green)
8. When was the last time you talked to 9? (Boon)
A while back
9. What language does 8 speaks? (Shiva)
English, in an attempted macho accent, or pointing out the obvious accent.
10. Who is 13 going out with? (Shern)
Shern? yeah right.
11. Would you ever date 17 ? (Xin Mei)
Why on earth?
12. Where does 18 live? (Azizah)
Somewhere on Earth, no need for specifications.
13. What is the best thing about 4? (Jin)
He's very very funny and a good friend.
14. What would you like to tell 10 right now ? (Adam Harith)
Play Cannon in D! Come on! I licked the wall! (Inside joke)
15. What is the best thing about 20? (Shonia)
Works well under stress and a relatively good leader.
16. Have you ever kiss 2? (Alim)
Bad english, this tag, and no.
17. What is the best memory you have of 5? (Elson)
Countless. Funny moments.
18. When's the next time you're going to see 1? (Sue)
School
19. How is 7 different from 6? (Ming, Tan)
Well, definitely not from their birthdays. One is a girl, one is going to be a girl if the other continues.....abusing the other.
20. Is 2 pretty? (Alim)
In a chipmunk-ish way.
21. What was your 1st impression of 15? (Sern Tai)
Wah, so innocent.
22. How did you meet 3? (Claire)
SKDU Class of 5 Lili '07, but knew each other better in '08.
23. Is 5 your best friend? (Elson)
One of them.
24. Do you hate 12? (Lauren)
No.
25. Have you seen 18 in the last month? (Aziza)
Yup, nearly every weekday.
26. When was the last time you saw 16? (Xin Yen)
A while back.
27. Have you been to 5's house? (Elson)
Not yet.
28. When's the next time you'll see 10? (Adam)
Monday.
29. Are you close to 11? (Li Yin)
Somewhat.
30. Have you been to the movies with 4? (Jin)
Yup, Navin's party '08.
ARGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I CAN'T TAKE ANYMORE.
I QUIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
And this is why I have accumalated a trillion tags so far.
Therefore, I shall now attempt to complete all of them.
This post will be long, so I can force you to listen to the beautiful music I've put on the blog.
Don't you dare mute it.
Tag 1#
Tagged by from what I know, Alim, Jeremy and Sue.
1. Besides your lips, where is the favorite spot to get kissed?
Kissed?
2. How did you feel when you woke up this morning?
Depressed (Argh! Dang projects!)
3. Who was the last person/people you took a photo with?
Sue, teacher's day. (While dutying, and Amirul, a form 4 prefect gave me the look)
4. Would you consider yourself spoiled?
Perhaps.
5. Will you ever donate blood?
If I can
6. Have you ever had a best friend who was of the opposite sex?
Of course
7. Do you want someone to be dead?
If projects were people, then yes.
8. What does your last text message say?
Lolz-, - Sue Lin
9. What are you thinking right now?
5 days left to get work done.
10. Do you want someone to be with you right now?
Somewhat.
11. What was the time you went to bed last night?
12:00 A.m. +
12. Where did you buy the tee you are wearing now?
My bro's, so ask him
13. Is someone on your mind right now?
Maybe
14. Who was the last person who text you?
Sue.
TEN Lucky people to do this quiz. Sad, most have done it.
Ten lucky people tagged for the sake of completing this tag.
1. Alim
2. Jin
3. Sue
4. Elson
5. Claire
6. Jeremy
7. Ming
8. Tan ( The Tan)
9. Li Yin
10. Shiva
15. Who is no. 2 (Jin) having a relationship with?
?
16. Is no. 3 (Sue) a male or a female?
Gee, I wonder.
17. If no. 7 (Ming) and no. 1 (Alim) get together, would it be a good?
Odd, very odd. I guess, if in a friendly way.
18. What is no. 1 (Alim) studying about?
The art of finding fault.
19. When was the last time you chatted with them?
1. Alim- Last week, I think
2. Jin- Somewhere in the beggining of this year
3. Sue- Yesterday
4. Elson- The day before teacher's day
5. Claire- Teacher's day
6. Jeremy- A while back
7. Ming- Saturday
8. Tan ( The Tan)- Teacher's day
9. Li Yin- Teacher's day
10. Shiva- Teacher's day.
20. Is no. 4 (Elson) single?
Of course!!!
21. Say something about no. 2 (Jin).
He can make you cry. By telling jokes. Though he doesn't really tell jokes, he just acts funny (In a good way)
22. What do you think about no. 2 (Jin) and no. 6 (Jeremy) being together ?
Weird.
23. Describe no. 9 (Li Yin).
Has a very high pitched voice, soft, and an subject of hate by many other girls.
24. What will you do if no. 6 (Jeremy) and no. 7 (Ming) fight ?
Impossible, now if it were No 7 and 8, that will be more understandable. And funny.
25. Do you like 8 (Tan) ?
Yeah!!! I mean come on, how can you not like him!??!!
Tag 2# - By Sue, in my knowledge
All 21 people must do unless you don't have a
blog.
Write the names of 21 friends you can think of in your head.
And then answer the questions,Say you're guessing if you don't know,but
at least guess on all of them.
After doing this, tag your 21 "lucky" friends to do the
same.
1. Sue
2. Alim
3. Claire
4. Jin
5. Elson
6. Ming
7. Tan
8. Shiva
9. Boon
10. Adam Harith
11. Li Yin
12. Lauren (Yeah! Go Anggerik!!!)
13. Xi Shern
14. Jeremy
15. Sern Tai
16. Xin Yen
17. Xin Mei
18. Aziza
19. Heeran
20. Shonia
21. Pn Harbans
1. How did you meet 7? (Tan)
SMKDU, 1 Anggerik '09.
2. What would you do if you and 15 had never met? (Sern Tai)
My life would be so......happy.
3. What would you do if 20 and 1 dated? (Sue, Shonia)
!?
4. Have you seen 17 cried? (Xin Mei)
Once, or twice
5. Would 4 and 16 make a good couple? (Jin and Xin Yen)
They'd make an interesting couple
6. Do you think 11 is attractive? (Li Yin)
...
7. What is 2's favourite colour? (Alim)
Pink!! (That was a joke, black perhaps, or maybe green)
8. When was the last time you talked to 9? (Boon)
A while back
9. What language does 8 speaks? (Shiva)
English, in an attempted macho accent, or pointing out the obvious accent.
10. Who is 13 going out with? (Shern)
Shern? yeah right.
11. Would you ever date 17 ? (Xin Mei)
Why on earth?
12. Where does 18 live? (Azizah)
Somewhere on Earth, no need for specifications.
13. What is the best thing about 4? (Jin)
He's very very funny and a good friend.
14. What would you like to tell 10 right now ? (Adam Harith)
Play Cannon in D! Come on! I licked the wall! (Inside joke)
15. What is the best thing about 20? (Shonia)
Works well under stress and a relatively good leader.
16. Have you ever kiss 2? (Alim)
Bad english, this tag, and no.
17. What is the best memory you have of 5? (Elson)
Countless. Funny moments.
18. When's the next time you're going to see 1? (Sue)
School
19. How is 7 different from 6? (Ming, Tan)
Well, definitely not from their birthdays. One is a girl, one is going to be a girl if the other continues.....abusing the other.
20. Is 2 pretty? (Alim)
In a chipmunk-ish way.
21. What was your 1st impression of 15? (Sern Tai)
Wah, so innocent.
22. How did you meet 3? (Claire)
SKDU Class of 5 Lili '07, but knew each other better in '08.
23. Is 5 your best friend? (Elson)
One of them.
24. Do you hate 12? (Lauren)
No.
25. Have you seen 18 in the last month? (Aziza)
Yup, nearly every weekday.
26. When was the last time you saw 16? (Xin Yen)
A while back.
27. Have you been to 5's house? (Elson)
Not yet.
28. When's the next time you'll see 10? (Adam)
Monday.
29. Are you close to 11? (Li Yin)
Somewhat.
30. Have you been to the movies with 4? (Jin)
Yup, Navin's party '08.
ARGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I CAN'T TAKE ANYMORE.
I QUIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sunday, May 31, 2009
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"Can we put the form 1's in the back? They're so friggin tall!"
That was from Grace Tai.
Ahh yes, the throat-hurting performance we had to do on Thursday and Friday. Its really funny actually.
We started practicing on Wednesday the first song.
We auditioned on the same day, and teacher asked us to perform a second song too as it was too "anti-climatic"
We practiced the first and second song on Thursday and performed it for Teacher's Day Sesi Petang on the same day.
The next day we performed it again.
And amazingly, it was ok, considering we only had two days of practice.
Here's a joke I've been telling a few people:
There once were two men digging and planting plants out in a field on a hot day.
One man asked his friend:
"Hey Bob, why is it that we work so hard and get paid so little while our manager sits under the shade, doing nothing and gets paid so much?"
"I'm not sure Joe, I'll go ask him"
So Bob went and asked the manager.
"Sir, why is it that we work so hard and get paid so little while you can sit in the shade and do nothing while getting so much money?"
The manager replied: "It's because I'm smart"
To which Bob asked: "What's the meaning of 'smart'?"
The manager demonstrated.
"I'm going to put my hand on this tree. I want you to take your shovel and hit my hand."
Bob took his shovel and with a powerful swing attempted to hit the manager's hand. The manager removed his hand at the last second and Bob hit the tree.
"That is the meaning of smart." The manager said
And so Bob went to his friend.
"So what did he say?" Joe asked.
"He said it's because he's smart"
"What's the meaning of smart?"
In which Bob took his hand, put it on his face and said:
"Take your shovel and hit my hand"
That was from Grace Tai.
Ahh yes, the throat-hurting performance we had to do on Thursday and Friday. Its really funny actually.
We started practicing on Wednesday the first song.
We auditioned on the same day, and teacher asked us to perform a second song too as it was too "anti-climatic"
We practiced the first and second song on Thursday and performed it for Teacher's Day Sesi Petang on the same day.
The next day we performed it again.
And amazingly, it was ok, considering we only had two days of practice.
Here's a joke I've been telling a few people:
There once were two men digging and planting plants out in a field on a hot day.
One man asked his friend:
"Hey Bob, why is it that we work so hard and get paid so little while our manager sits under the shade, doing nothing and gets paid so much?"
"I'm not sure Joe, I'll go ask him"
So Bob went and asked the manager.
"Sir, why is it that we work so hard and get paid so little while you can sit in the shade and do nothing while getting so much money?"
The manager replied: "It's because I'm smart"
To which Bob asked: "What's the meaning of 'smart'?"
The manager demonstrated.
"I'm going to put my hand on this tree. I want you to take your shovel and hit my hand."
Bob took his shovel and with a powerful swing attempted to hit the manager's hand. The manager removed his hand at the last second and Bob hit the tree.
"That is the meaning of smart." The manager said
And so Bob went to his friend.
"So what did he say?" Joe asked.
"He said it's because he's smart"
"What's the meaning of smart?"
In which Bob took his hand, put it on his face and said:
"Take your shovel and hit my hand"
Saturday, May 23, 2009
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Pn Asyikin: Ok kelas, saya nak kamu tulis satu esei tentang tokoh yang kamu sanjungi.
Very early in the year that was what we were told to do. On that same day, teacher, in order to make sure we can't copy each other, made us write down the 'tokoh' we were to write about on a piece of paper. No one could have the same tokoh, unfortunately. I put down Tun Dr Ismail.
Luke: Hey Alif, which tokoh are you going to write about?
Alif: Oh, Sami Velu.
?!?!?!?!
Luke: Do you know who Sami Velu is??
Alif: Not really, I just heard about him somewhere.
I'm not sure whether to laugh or cry.
Oh well, exams are boring. Geo was incredibly hard this time, and I heard I got 9 wrong. I also heard the four answers I changed last minute were all wrong, so I could have gotten 55/60 instead. Dang.
Thankfully exams are going to be over. Just a few more days.....
Very early in the year that was what we were told to do. On that same day, teacher, in order to make sure we can't copy each other, made us write down the 'tokoh' we were to write about on a piece of paper. No one could have the same tokoh, unfortunately. I put down Tun Dr Ismail.
Luke: Hey Alif, which tokoh are you going to write about?
Alif: Oh, Sami Velu.
?!?!?!?!
Luke: Do you know who Sami Velu is??
Alif: Not really, I just heard about him somewhere.
I'm not sure whether to laugh or cry.
Oh well, exams are boring. Geo was incredibly hard this time, and I heard I got 9 wrong. I also heard the four answers I changed last minute were all wrong, so I could have gotten 55/60 instead. Dang.
Thankfully exams are going to be over. Just a few more days.....
Sunday, April 26, 2009
An Exam and a Daring Venture
To start of yesterday, (Yes, I know I'm slow) it began with the SJAM exam.
To cut to the point, we were tested on 4 things. I was partnered with Elson.
First up, Elson and I went for theory first. It fairly easy (And at least 500 times far easier than the pre-theory exam paper we were given before that).
After that, we waited until there was space to take the Bandaging/Fractures exam.
The bandaging exam was relaxed and by some coincidence, the examiner asked us to do a scalp bandage. Why is it odd? We practiced it a few minutes ago before the exam. Thank goodness. Then came fractures, which was really funny. We both had to take off our shoes and the casualty was to be treated on top of the table. While tying the fractures, I almost slipped and whacked into the Madam. Lesson learnt, take your time. (Oh, and both of us nearly forgot to put on our shoes back. The Madam pointed that out)
Then we waited and waited and waited until there was an opening for Transportation.
We messed that up. I expected Transportation to be easier than the other exams, and for fact, it was. Just one problem:
*Elson and Aaron come walking into transportation room, looking very tense*
Madam: Relax, relax.... Ok, name me 3 types of transportation each.
Aaron: Uhhh, cradle, drag method and human crutch.
Elson: 4 hand sit, 3 hand sit, 2 hand sit.
Madam: Ok... (Laughs slightly) Ok, do cradle method.
Elson: *To Aaron* Who goes first?
Aaron: Scissors paper stone?
Elson: I'll go first..
Madam: Just show me the posture.
Aaron lies down on the floor and acts dead. Elson shows the Madam the posture.
Madam: What about the hand?
Elson: Huh?
Elson attempts to position himself properly (He had got like half of it correct.) Madam tells him where to put his hand.
Madam: Ok, try to carry him.
Elson nearly strangles me to death, in which the Madam asks him to stop. Then she asked me to demonstrate the drag method. That went fine, thankfully. Poor Elson. He got 2/3 of it correct.
After that, we waited an insanely long time for our CPR exam. For CPR, there was a dummy on the floor, as usual. After hearing gruesome stories about how people forgot what to do and how the Madam's there were super strict, I went first.
Everything went smoothly, except that I nearly forgot to call an ambulance and my compressions were slightly wrong, so the Madam had to correct me.
After that, I cabut-ed and went to get something to eat. I stayed back a bit to watch Elson. After both of us had done all our exams, we lepak-ed a bit, then discovered that Shiva and Naeem needed some help with CPR (Espacially Naeem. At least he studied for 5 minutes the day before). Shiva could do it very well, but Naeem seriously needed some help. If you don't count the five minutes he studied the day before, he didn't study.
After running through everything, Naeem, and another boy named Naeem (We shall call him Naeem2) decided to put Naeem through a real situation.
Aaron: Ok Naeem, imagine the dummy is on the floor. What do you do first?
Naeem: Uhhhhhhhh, Good morning Madam.
Naeem2: *To me* Shouldn't it be Sir?
Aaron: The examiners are both Madams, so no need to confuse him.
Naeem2: Ok.
Aaron: Let's try that again. Ok, start.
Naeem: Uhh, good morning Madam.
Aaron: Good morning. Ok, then what?
Naeem: Uhhhhhhhh, uhhhhhhh,uhhhhhhh,uhhhhhh.
Aaron & Naeem2: Check for danger......
This went on for a long time. Take my words, Naeem was the last to go in. The furthest Naeem ever went was to Breathing, in which he forgot what to do (And before that, there was a lot of uhhhhs and scratching heads). Somehow, I wished he would have put in a little more effort. A few others joined in to help. Finally, Naeem was forced to go in.
Sadly, the examiner was now a Sir. Needless to say, the Sir was not happy with being called a Madam. Naeem nearly forgot everything. The Sir asked him to go out and study. By then, Elson, Shiva and I had to go already. We said our Good lucks's and God Bless's and went off. After finding out my mum hadn't come back, I ran back to check on Naeem (Aaron Lim and Naeem2 were teaching him), then ran back to find my mum just came. Hopefully he passed.......
On a second part, while you guys were at the Taman Seraya Division anniversary, I was at Josef's house.
YES. Josef's house. Fyi, my family and his family are quite close.
While you guys were wearing formal wear and shirts and whatnot, I came in my shorts and camp shirt 2009. It was a fun time, and after dinner, Josef, my sister, his sisters and I decided to play Uno. He delt the cards, and for a clear reason, he ended up with 2 +4's and 3-4 +2's. Oh well. While there, we told everyone about the MM discussion (see end post). I found out how the CPR incident Josef caused happened too.
Josef to examiner: What the hell do you want me to do?!?!?!
That's it I guess. Josef is actually a nice guy you know, at least when not near authority.
The MM Discussion
One day during MM, Elson, Brian and I were discussing religion. Brian is telling on how science prove things etc etc(Or something like that). While saying that, Josef pops in (His reccess).
Josef: So you're saying we should pray to our Science textbooks?
The second part.
Brian: You, there's one thing I don't like, and that's people who don't believe in God at all. I have this friend who is an atheist, and I asked him what will happen to him when he dies. He said "I'll become fertilizer for trees". So I said, while I'm in heaven, you'll be a tree. Then one day this guy is going to come to you with an axe, cut you down, drag you accross the mud, bring you to a printing factory and print the Holy Bible on you!
Far funnier when said in person.
To cut to the point, we were tested on 4 things. I was partnered with Elson.
First up, Elson and I went for theory first. It fairly easy (And at least 500 times far easier than the pre-theory exam paper we were given before that).
After that, we waited until there was space to take the Bandaging/Fractures exam.
The bandaging exam was relaxed and by some coincidence, the examiner asked us to do a scalp bandage. Why is it odd? We practiced it a few minutes ago before the exam. Thank goodness. Then came fractures, which was really funny. We both had to take off our shoes and the casualty was to be treated on top of the table. While tying the fractures, I almost slipped and whacked into the Madam. Lesson learnt, take your time. (Oh, and both of us nearly forgot to put on our shoes back. The Madam pointed that out)
Then we waited and waited and waited until there was an opening for Transportation.
We messed that up. I expected Transportation to be easier than the other exams, and for fact, it was. Just one problem:
*Elson and Aaron come walking into transportation room, looking very tense*
Madam: Relax, relax.... Ok, name me 3 types of transportation each.
Aaron: Uhhh, cradle, drag method and human crutch.
Elson: 4 hand sit, 3 hand sit, 2 hand sit.
Madam: Ok... (Laughs slightly) Ok, do cradle method.
Elson: *To Aaron* Who goes first?
Aaron: Scissors paper stone?
Elson: I'll go first..
Madam: Just show me the posture.
Aaron lies down on the floor and acts dead. Elson shows the Madam the posture.
Madam: What about the hand?
Elson: Huh?
Elson attempts to position himself properly (He had got like half of it correct.) Madam tells him where to put his hand.
Madam: Ok, try to carry him.
Elson nearly strangles me to death, in which the Madam asks him to stop. Then she asked me to demonstrate the drag method. That went fine, thankfully. Poor Elson. He got 2/3 of it correct.
After that, we waited an insanely long time for our CPR exam. For CPR, there was a dummy on the floor, as usual. After hearing gruesome stories about how people forgot what to do and how the Madam's there were super strict, I went first.
Everything went smoothly, except that I nearly forgot to call an ambulance and my compressions were slightly wrong, so the Madam had to correct me.
After that, I cabut-ed and went to get something to eat. I stayed back a bit to watch Elson. After both of us had done all our exams, we lepak-ed a bit, then discovered that Shiva and Naeem needed some help with CPR (Espacially Naeem. At least he studied for 5 minutes the day before). Shiva could do it very well, but Naeem seriously needed some help. If you don't count the five minutes he studied the day before, he didn't study.
After running through everything, Naeem, and another boy named Naeem (We shall call him Naeem2) decided to put Naeem through a real situation.
Aaron: Ok Naeem, imagine the dummy is on the floor. What do you do first?
Naeem: Uhhhhhhhh, Good morning Madam.
Naeem2: *To me* Shouldn't it be Sir?
Aaron: The examiners are both Madams, so no need to confuse him.
Naeem2: Ok.
Aaron: Let's try that again. Ok, start.
Naeem: Uhh, good morning Madam.
Aaron: Good morning. Ok, then what?
Naeem: Uhhhhhhhh, uhhhhhhh,uhhhhhhh,uhhhhhh.
Aaron & Naeem2: Check for danger......
This went on for a long time. Take my words, Naeem was the last to go in. The furthest Naeem ever went was to Breathing, in which he forgot what to do (And before that, there was a lot of uhhhhs and scratching heads). Somehow, I wished he would have put in a little more effort. A few others joined in to help. Finally, Naeem was forced to go in.
Sadly, the examiner was now a Sir. Needless to say, the Sir was not happy with being called a Madam. Naeem nearly forgot everything. The Sir asked him to go out and study. By then, Elson, Shiva and I had to go already. We said our Good lucks's and God Bless's and went off. After finding out my mum hadn't come back, I ran back to check on Naeem (Aaron Lim and Naeem2 were teaching him), then ran back to find my mum just came. Hopefully he passed.......
On a second part, while you guys were at the Taman Seraya Division anniversary, I was at Josef's house.
YES. Josef's house. Fyi, my family and his family are quite close.
While you guys were wearing formal wear and shirts and whatnot, I came in my shorts and camp shirt 2009. It was a fun time, and after dinner, Josef, my sister, his sisters and I decided to play Uno. He delt the cards, and for a clear reason, he ended up with 2 +4's and 3-4 +2's. Oh well. While there, we told everyone about the MM discussion (see end post). I found out how the CPR incident Josef caused happened too.
Josef to examiner: What the hell do you want me to do?!?!?!
That's it I guess. Josef is actually a nice guy you know, at least when not near authority.
The MM Discussion
One day during MM, Elson, Brian and I were discussing religion. Brian is telling on how science prove things etc etc(Or something like that). While saying that, Josef pops in (His reccess).
Josef: So you're saying we should pray to our Science textbooks?
The second part.
Brian: You, there's one thing I don't like, and that's people who don't believe in God at all. I have this friend who is an atheist, and I asked him what will happen to him when he dies. He said "I'll become fertilizer for trees". So I said, while I'm in heaven, you'll be a tree. Then one day this guy is going to come to you with an axe, cut you down, drag you accross the mud, bring you to a printing factory and print the Holy Bible on you!
Far funnier when said in person.
Friday, April 17, 2009
Weeeeeeeeeeee
Today was an awesome day.
It began on a few bad notes, but it turned out nice. (Warning, superlong winded post coming up)
Well, today I joined CF for my first time. It was great, but then the bell rang and I had to rush out quickly to lapor diri to Laveenyah (The joys of prefectship...). Half way sprinting with my bag slung over on one shoulder, my bottle flew out of my bag and exploded into a million pieces (Exaggeration, but the cover broke and all the water went down the drain. Literally) Then I found out that no one else had Lapor-ed yet, because Laveenyah didn't come yet.
Moral of story: Trust God to get you there on time.
Then, as usual, I went back to class.
Adam: Ayoh!!!!!! I can't believe I forgot to bring extra water!
For the past few days, Adam (Harith) was planning to drench me in water, Fyi.
So after the usual lessons, came reccess. After the usual reccess, came more usual lessons. For the last two periods, there was a Gotong Royong.
And so everyone was forced to clean the school. I voluntereed to sweep.
Lauren: Aaron, can I sweep? It's my duty anyway.
Aaron: It's ok, I'm a professional sweeper! I spent 3 years of my life in university learning how to sweep!
After which, Elson and I swept the form 1 corridor (the bottom, at least). It looked quite weird, seeing two people with brooms walking around sweeping the floor methodically.
Afterwards, we went to Pn Harbans and declared:
"Pn Harbans! We've swept the floor so much I could lick it!"
In which she laught a bit and asked us to pick up leaves.
After that, Elson and I went to refill water at the water refiller. After drinking to our hearts content, and sharing some with Naeem, we went back to class. Now, it so happened that I had a half bottle left of water. Problem, I was stuffed and my bottle had no cover (for the fact that it exploded into a million pieces). There wasn't any teacher in class and people were ready to go home. Back at class, I was about to throw the water in the drain when....
Adam: Aaron! You refill for me!
Me: Ha?
Adam: *Snatches bottle from hand*
Elson grips me and prevents me from escaping.
Adam: Everyone it's Aaron's birthday!!! Get your water!!!
Me: Uh-oh... Lemme free!!!! Lemme free!!!
Adam and Sue come up to me and splash me with water outside the class. Then they wished me happy birthday.
And for some weird reason, Joseph comes along. Needless to say, I was drenched. Then people started wishing my happy birthday and threw all their salive-infested-I-couldn't-finish-it-so-I-Thought-You-Would-Like-it water on me.
Overall, and exciting day.
When my mum came to pick me up, there was a towel and a plastic sheet on the chair. She knew.
Afterwards, there was the typical family celebrations and tons of relatives I didn't expect called to wish me. (In fact, I got call halfway through this post)
Thanks guys.
Side note: Hope you BSMM-ers have a great time!
It began on a few bad notes, but it turned out nice. (Warning, superlong winded post coming up)
Well, today I joined CF for my first time. It was great, but then the bell rang and I had to rush out quickly to lapor diri to Laveenyah (The joys of prefectship...). Half way sprinting with my bag slung over on one shoulder, my bottle flew out of my bag and exploded into a million pieces (Exaggeration, but the cover broke and all the water went down the drain. Literally) Then I found out that no one else had Lapor-ed yet, because Laveenyah didn't come yet.
Moral of story: Trust God to get you there on time.
Then, as usual, I went back to class.
Adam: Ayoh!!!!!! I can't believe I forgot to bring extra water!
For the past few days, Adam (Harith) was planning to drench me in water, Fyi.
So after the usual lessons, came reccess. After the usual reccess, came more usual lessons. For the last two periods, there was a Gotong Royong.
And so everyone was forced to clean the school. I voluntereed to sweep.
Lauren: Aaron, can I sweep? It's my duty anyway.
Aaron: It's ok, I'm a professional sweeper! I spent 3 years of my life in university learning how to sweep!
After which, Elson and I swept the form 1 corridor (the bottom, at least). It looked quite weird, seeing two people with brooms walking around sweeping the floor methodically.
Afterwards, we went to Pn Harbans and declared:
"Pn Harbans! We've swept the floor so much I could lick it!"
In which she laught a bit and asked us to pick up leaves.
After that, Elson and I went to refill water at the water refiller. After drinking to our hearts content, and sharing some with Naeem, we went back to class. Now, it so happened that I had a half bottle left of water. Problem, I was stuffed and my bottle had no cover (for the fact that it exploded into a million pieces). There wasn't any teacher in class and people were ready to go home. Back at class, I was about to throw the water in the drain when....
Adam: Aaron! You refill for me!
Me: Ha?
Adam: *Snatches bottle from hand*
Elson grips me and prevents me from escaping.
Adam: Everyone it's Aaron's birthday!!! Get your water!!!
Me: Uh-oh... Lemme free!!!! Lemme free!!!
Adam and Sue come up to me and splash me with water outside the class. Then they wished me happy birthday.
And for some weird reason, Joseph comes along. Needless to say, I was drenched. Then people started wishing my happy birthday and threw all their salive-infested-I-couldn't-finish-it-so-I-Thought-You-Would-Like-it water on me.
Overall, and exciting day.
When my mum came to pick me up, there was a towel and a plastic sheet on the chair. She knew.
Afterwards, there was the typical family celebrations and tons of relatives I didn't expect called to wish me. (In fact, I got call halfway through this post)
Thanks guys.
Side note: Hope you BSMM-ers have a great time!
Friday, April 3, 2009
I Just Made A New Record!!!!
Guess what????
I found out that the '6' I got for my Seni work is actually a '9'!!!!
(This is out of ten, so this is really really amazing news)
This has to be a first.
I mean, when have I not gotten a C for seni?
Rephrase that, I once got a B.
I mean, when have I not gotten a C for seni without making the teacher feel pity for me 'cause I have no artistic talent?
I found out that the '6' I got for my Seni work is actually a '9'!!!!
(This is out of ten, so this is really really amazing news)
This has to be a first.
I mean, when have I not gotten a C for seni?
Rephrase that, I once got a B.
I mean, when have I not gotten a C for seni without making the teacher feel pity for me 'cause I have no artistic talent?
Saturday, March 21, 2009
Flew
After 1 week of (In Elson's terms) wasting time, I've found out one thing.
Everyone around me is/was sick, or atleast a lot of them.
Oddly enough, my bro, who just went to Australia, is also sick.
The list of people who were down with the flu is endless.....
For starters, (If you look at the Cbox), Tan and Ming have the flu.
Sue stated on her blog that she fell down sick too.
Camillia was sick too, as stated on her blog.
My sister had it.
She refused to deal with it, so it passed to my mum.
Then I got it.
Next, when I go back to school, I'm going to find out that the 24 other people in my class fell sick too.
Oh, and Alim has a blog now. Take a look at it, it's quite good actually (2 posts after all, it can't be bad right?)
Everyone around me is/was sick, or atleast a lot of them.
Oddly enough, my bro, who just went to Australia, is also sick.
The list of people who were down with the flu is endless.....
For starters, (If you look at the Cbox), Tan and Ming have the flu.
Sue stated on her blog that she fell down sick too.
Camillia was sick too, as stated on her blog.
My sister had it.
She refused to deal with it, so it passed to my mum.
Then I got it.
Next, when I go back to school, I'm going to find out that the 24 other people in my class fell sick too.
Oh, and Alim has a blog now. Take a look at it, it's quite good actually (2 posts after all, it can't be bad right?)
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Again
Odd, I'm down with the flu.
While at the doctors, I managed to sneak a peek of my medical file while the doctor was holding it.
The last time I was sick: November, around school holidays.
The last-last time I was sick: March 14. Also school holidays. By some freakishly weird coincidence, the day I was at the doctors was March 14.
WHAT IS THIS!?!?!?!
On a side note, exams are over and the holidays are on.
Sejarah and Geo was soooo freakishly easy. (For the geo and Sejarah standard)
Moral was even more sooooooooooooooo freakishly easy that I regretted ever studying it in the first place. So much for "You must memorise this-that-whatever-bla-bla or else you'll fail!". Oh well, better that then to find out its soooo freakishly hard and you barely know whats what.
On a side note (and a side note that has absolutely nothing to do with what I've been blabbing about for the sake of a decent update), I'm finding Coldplay to be....good? I can't find the correct words to describe it to put it at that.
Fix You and Viva La Vida (Long Live Life), 2 definitely great songs. Espacially Fix You. After looking at the lyrics, it somehow sounds nicer. Odd.
While at the doctors, I managed to sneak a peek of my medical file while the doctor was holding it.
The last time I was sick: November, around school holidays.
The last-last time I was sick: March 14. Also school holidays. By some freakishly weird coincidence, the day I was at the doctors was March 14.
WHAT IS THIS!?!?!?!
On a side note, exams are over and the holidays are on.
Sejarah and Geo was soooo freakishly easy. (For the geo and Sejarah standard)
Moral was even more sooooooooooooooo freakishly easy that I regretted ever studying it in the first place. So much for "You must memorise this-that-whatever-bla-bla or else you'll fail!". Oh well, better that then to find out its soooo freakishly hard and you barely know whats what.
On a side note (and a side note that has absolutely nothing to do with what I've been blabbing about for the sake of a decent update), I'm finding Coldplay to be....good? I can't find the correct words to describe it to put it at that.
Fix You and Viva La Vida (Long Live Life), 2 definitely great songs. Espacially Fix You. After looking at the lyrics, it somehow sounds nicer. Odd.
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Of Facebooking and Obama
Yesterday, I got bored. Naqib and I were having a chat on facebook. While chatting I decided to find the answer to a certain question that has been bugging my mind for awhile:
Does Barack Obama have facebook?
Well, after doing a search on facebook, I found out many things.
1)He has 4,664,327 supporters (+me)
2)There is a "Barack Obama" countdown group with 17,071 monthly active members all waiting for Obama to get chucked out of office. This is their Group picture:
3) There are a lot of people with the words "Barack" and "Obama" in their name.
After that, we decided to search for our teachers. Sadly, I couldn't find Cikgu Hizwan or Puan Wan Chek. Man.....
However, I do believe I found Cikgu Sivam. Then again, I'm not sure. His facebook profile has no picture.
Yup, that's all. I we searched for a few teachers, but there wasn't anything else we could find.
Does Barack Obama have facebook?
Well, after doing a search on facebook, I found out many things.
1)He has 4,664,327 supporters (+me)
2)There is a "Barack Obama" countdown group with 17,071 monthly active members all waiting for Obama to get chucked out of office. This is their Group picture:
3) There are a lot of people with the words "Barack" and "Obama" in their name.
After that, we decided to search for our teachers. Sadly, I couldn't find Cikgu Hizwan or Puan Wan Chek. Man.....
However, I do believe I found Cikgu Sivam. Then again, I'm not sure. His facebook profile has no picture.
Yup, that's all. I we searched for a few teachers, but there wasn't anything else we could find.
Monday, January 26, 2009
Monday, January 19, 2009
The Most Unforgetable Day in My Life
Sport's Day 2008, no doubt.
In school, we had an essay competition in which we had to tell about our most unforgetable day in our lives. I wrote about Sport's Day. Got second, Kay beat me to first... I think one of the reasons I lost was because I spelt 'unforgetable' wrongly.... Oh well, rest assured this will be a better story then the one written during the competition.
It started with the usual things you would normally do. Brush teeth bla bla bla, I'll skip to the part where we're in school. I doubt anyone will want to hear about me brushing my teeth anyway.
So, I arrived in school with my parents. My parents took their seats and I went off to join my fellow Red House friends to prepare for march past. Skiping all the boring details, we grouped behind the buildings surrounding the school field. No one could see us, which was good, since nearly everyone was nervous. I was at the back of our March Past constigen. I was on the left, Navin and Sue were somewhere near to me (I can't remember, we had so many practice runs in the days before where we had different positions so my mind is a bit jumbled up). The music started and slowly one by one we started marching out. Green House went first since they were first in the previous year overall, followed by Blue, Yellow and Red. By the way, Red House was not last actually, we were third. The thing is, people were so used to seeing Red House losing that they had the idea that were always last.
So after marching around the field and going through all the ceremony things and such, we finally got back to our House headquarters which was located by the field. There was a lot of running events and such, but frankly I didn't care. My teammates and I set our sights for the last event of the day - Tug-O-War, and trust me, it's more serious than it sounds.
To let you see how important winning the Tug-O-War event was, I shall take you back in time to prove my point.
A) We got second for it in 2007. Blue House got first
B) We got second for it in 2006. Blue House got first
C) I have no recollection of Red House winning it since the day I was born. Blue House always gets first
D) In the 2006 march past I took part in, the teacher commented on how Red House always got second in Tug-O-War. And Blue House always gets first
E) WE ALWAYS GET SECOND AND THOSE BLUE HOUSE DUDES ALWAYS GET FIRST!!!!! ARGHHH!!!! *VENTS*
But things have changed, in the previous years, we always lost to Blue House in the preliminaries but always made up for it by beating the other houses. This year though, we tied with them. We actually stood our ground.
It was going to be a tough fight. Our team was strong, but so were theirs. There was no clear winner here. Everyone in the tug-o-war team was feeling nervous, and there was no use covering up. Our seniors last year came to school to see the results of the match. Sure, how could we possibly get anymore nervous?
Well, we wasted time waiting for the Tug-O-War finale match. One reason why I can't forget Sport's Day 2008 is because its still so clear in my mind.
I remember:
Carrying a potted plant with Navin to the outside of the dewan. That potted plant was big man, we had to go through staircases and large crowds of parents. And we were barefooted...
Navin bringing his phone to school and showing me some song on his phone.
Navin, another friend I can't identify and I shared some energy drink before the Tug-O-War match.
Travis told me he had eaten chocolate to boost himself
Eating nasi lemak provided by our House teacher.
Anyways, after much agonising wait, it came. Tug-O-War. It's not funny ok! In the premliminaries, we had scraped into finals with the Blue House by defeating Yellow House in a insanely-close-to-losing match. On the first round, we defeated them, ok good, but we needed 1 more point to get into the finals or else we have to fight some other House. On the second round we nearly lost, but pulled our way back. We were this close to losing: || <---Something like that.
The fight was agonising and frustrating and definitely long. After winning, the judge teacher was laughing to himself.
So, here we were. I was in the front while Navin and Travis were at the back. A gigantic crowd was swarming around us. Our opponents were right in front of our eyes. Some V.I.P guy came up to start the match. Our teachers were by our side.
Then it started. The whistle blew and we pulled as though our lives were depending on that rope. The roar from the crowd was deafening. I remember my ears blocking up. Those people don't care for your hearing.....
We pulled our guts out (figuratively speaking of course) but we lost in the end. The first round went by. We switched sides.
The second round was intense. If we lost this round, we lose everything. The whistle blew once more and we pulled once again. The results were better this time -We Won.
So finally, the moment we've been waiting for. The Tie-Breaker round. Winner takes all. In my mind I was hoping I could tell the teacher in charge : "Excuse me teacher, could we continue this tommorow when we've taken a nice nap and got rid of the mud stuck in between our feet so we don't die?" but it didn't happen. My mouth was too lazy to speak. I trudged myself over to the other side together with my teammates.
Everyone was exhausted -including the spectators who had used up their voices. I could barely grip the rope without falling over and dying. Everyone had 50 aches in their back, not including the 5 000 000 others in all our bones.
The whistle blew again. Pitiful. Everyone in our team fell over and collapsed. Some persistant ones like me held on to the rope like no tommorow. The only thing we could hope is that our combined body weight would be too much for our opponents to drag along. Too bad, our opponents managed to drag us to the other side. The only thing I remember then was trying to formulate a plan to use my teacher's shoe (which was beside me at that time) to regain my balance and pull the rope from a better angle. The judge must have saw our pain and blew the whistle early.
Now, some of you must be saying "WHY ARE YOU BLOGGING ABOUT LOSING!!?!??!?!?!" Well the fact is, it was fun. I got a cool stain on my PJ t-shirt, a few aches and pains which persisted for a week or so and the fun of sliding over mud without any effort on my behalf.
Well, I've gotten over losing.
To finish of the story let me tell a small short story.
In Standard 6, Sue and I were Ketua Kebersihan in our class. We were sitting right in the back. You see, our dust pan was hung up while our rubbish bin was below. People liked to sharpen their pencils and put their dirt on the Dust pan. You see, this proved a problem since the dust usually blew away and dirtied up the class again. We usually told the people to stop throwing dirt into the pan. However after Sport's Day....
"Travis, don't throw your dirt into the pan..."
"Aiyoh Aaron, after Tug-o-War my back pains la. I can barely bend down..."
I let him off. I couldn't bend down either.
In school, we had an essay competition in which we had to tell about our most unforgetable day in our lives. I wrote about Sport's Day. Got second, Kay beat me to first... I think one of the reasons I lost was because I spelt 'unforgetable' wrongly.... Oh well, rest assured this will be a better story then the one written during the competition.
It started with the usual things you would normally do. Brush teeth bla bla bla, I'll skip to the part where we're in school. I doubt anyone will want to hear about me brushing my teeth anyway.
So, I arrived in school with my parents. My parents took their seats and I went off to join my fellow Red House friends to prepare for march past. Skiping all the boring details, we grouped behind the buildings surrounding the school field. No one could see us, which was good, since nearly everyone was nervous. I was at the back of our March Past constigen. I was on the left, Navin and Sue were somewhere near to me (I can't remember, we had so many practice runs in the days before where we had different positions so my mind is a bit jumbled up). The music started and slowly one by one we started marching out. Green House went first since they were first in the previous year overall, followed by Blue, Yellow and Red. By the way, Red House was not last actually, we were third. The thing is, people were so used to seeing Red House losing that they had the idea that were always last.
So after marching around the field and going through all the ceremony things and such, we finally got back to our House headquarters which was located by the field. There was a lot of running events and such, but frankly I didn't care. My teammates and I set our sights for the last event of the day - Tug-O-War, and trust me, it's more serious than it sounds.
To let you see how important winning the Tug-O-War event was, I shall take you back in time to prove my point.
A) We got second for it in 2007. Blue House got first
B) We got second for it in 2006. Blue House got first
C) I have no recollection of Red House winning it since the day I was born. Blue House always gets first
D) In the 2006 march past I took part in, the teacher commented on how Red House always got second in Tug-O-War. And Blue House always gets first
E) WE ALWAYS GET SECOND AND THOSE BLUE HOUSE DUDES ALWAYS GET FIRST!!!!! ARGHHH!!!! *VENTS*
But things have changed, in the previous years, we always lost to Blue House in the preliminaries but always made up for it by beating the other houses. This year though, we tied with them. We actually stood our ground.
It was going to be a tough fight. Our team was strong, but so were theirs. There was no clear winner here. Everyone in the tug-o-war team was feeling nervous, and there was no use covering up. Our seniors last year came to school to see the results of the match. Sure, how could we possibly get anymore nervous?
Well, we wasted time waiting for the Tug-O-War finale match. One reason why I can't forget Sport's Day 2008 is because its still so clear in my mind.
I remember:
Carrying a potted plant with Navin to the outside of the dewan. That potted plant was big man, we had to go through staircases and large crowds of parents. And we were barefooted...
Navin bringing his phone to school and showing me some song on his phone.
Navin, another friend I can't identify and I shared some energy drink before the Tug-O-War match.
Travis told me he had eaten chocolate to boost himself
Eating nasi lemak provided by our House teacher.
Anyways, after much agonising wait, it came. Tug-O-War. It's not funny ok! In the premliminaries, we had scraped into finals with the Blue House by defeating Yellow House in a insanely-close-to-losing match. On the first round, we defeated them, ok good, but we needed 1 more point to get into the finals or else we have to fight some other House. On the second round we nearly lost, but pulled our way back. We were this close to losing: || <---Something like that.
The fight was agonising and frustrating and definitely long. After winning, the judge teacher was laughing to himself.
So, here we were. I was in the front while Navin and Travis were at the back. A gigantic crowd was swarming around us. Our opponents were right in front of our eyes. Some V.I.P guy came up to start the match. Our teachers were by our side.
Then it started. The whistle blew and we pulled as though our lives were depending on that rope. The roar from the crowd was deafening. I remember my ears blocking up. Those people don't care for your hearing.....
We pulled our guts out (figuratively speaking of course) but we lost in the end. The first round went by. We switched sides.
The second round was intense. If we lost this round, we lose everything. The whistle blew once more and we pulled once again. The results were better this time -We Won.
So finally, the moment we've been waiting for. The Tie-Breaker round. Winner takes all. In my mind I was hoping I could tell the teacher in charge : "Excuse me teacher, could we continue this tommorow when we've taken a nice nap and got rid of the mud stuck in between our feet so we don't die?" but it didn't happen. My mouth was too lazy to speak. I trudged myself over to the other side together with my teammates.
Everyone was exhausted -including the spectators who had used up their voices. I could barely grip the rope without falling over and dying. Everyone had 50 aches in their back, not including the 5 000 000 others in all our bones.
The whistle blew again. Pitiful. Everyone in our team fell over and collapsed. Some persistant ones like me held on to the rope like no tommorow. The only thing we could hope is that our combined body weight would be too much for our opponents to drag along. Too bad, our opponents managed to drag us to the other side. The only thing I remember then was trying to formulate a plan to use my teacher's shoe (which was beside me at that time) to regain my balance and pull the rope from a better angle. The judge must have saw our pain and blew the whistle early.
Now, some of you must be saying "WHY ARE YOU BLOGGING ABOUT LOSING!!?!??!?!?!" Well the fact is, it was fun. I got a cool stain on my PJ t-shirt, a few aches and pains which persisted for a week or so and the fun of sliding over mud without any effort on my behalf.
Well, I've gotten over losing.
To finish of the story let me tell a small short story.
In Standard 6, Sue and I were Ketua Kebersihan in our class. We were sitting right in the back. You see, our dust pan was hung up while our rubbish bin was below. People liked to sharpen their pencils and put their dirt on the Dust pan. You see, this proved a problem since the dust usually blew away and dirtied up the class again. We usually told the people to stop throwing dirt into the pan. However after Sport's Day....
"Travis, don't throw your dirt into the pan..."
"Aiyoh Aaron, after Tug-o-War my back pains la. I can barely bend down..."
I let him off. I couldn't bend down either.
Saturday, January 17, 2009
Unforgetable Memories of 2008
A few memories I forgot (was too lazy) to blog about.
Teacher's Day 2008
Now, you would be asking, why on earth would a student find Teacher's Day memorable? Well, this may explain some things....
It started out like this, Teacher's Day began with the usual 'Persembahans'. After (surviving) that, we had a super-long reccess while our teachers went for lunch in hte library. Now, a many students after getting bored of a super-long reccess decided to go back to class, including my class.
My friend Navin and I decided to surprise our class teacher (after all, he was one teacher who rocked), so we planned to tell some story of how Navin wounded/fell deadly sick/almost died to our teacher. Avyi decided to tag along. Navin would coordinate the class and get the surprises done while Avyi and I will tell some sad story of how Navin broke three bones while running around the classroom playing "jadi" and accidentally whacked into a glass window-plane and was to weak to even be brought down.
So of Avyi and I went. We planned our story(lie) on the way and waited outside the library where the teachers were 'makan'-ing. Cikgu Hizwan was taking a long time to finish (must have been taking seconds and thirds). While waiting, Pn Latifah (our very strict but caring headmistress) saw us outside(uh-oh) and asked us to take some food for the staff in the teacher's room (boleh tahan la). We took the chance to check back with Navin and the gang doing their preperations then went back down to wait some more.
While waiting, another teacher (our Science Teacher, also a teacher who rocks) saw us. We ended up letting him in on the plan. 5 minutes later, our class teacher came out (with curry-fied hands)
"Cikgu! Cikgu! Navin telah injure himself when he was running around the kelas!" Then we went on the explain how he couldn't walk so we couldn't bring him downstairs and how his leg was bleeding like mad. Thankfully, we didn't get carried away and say : "Cikgu! Navin telah mati!!" though we may have done so. Our teacher looked seriously shocked, and he wasn't just playing along, knowing we were lying. He actually believed us, after all, Navin was playful and the kind expected to get himself injured (<---Not an insult). That and the fact that we buttered up the lie with details and such. He rushed and washed his hands, then we led (or rather, were led him to our classroom.
A close look would see that the doors were closed, there wasn't any light in the classroom, and multiple students from other classes were gathered around the class (some saying things of how gruesome Navin's wound was etc.) He opened the classroom door and there came students rushing with presents and whatnot to him. Navin had managed to get a few students who had ghost mask (due to the previous "rumah Hantu" event in our school for the past few days -- It was Hari Usahawan also I think) to pose also.
Oh dang, I'm long-winded. Oh well, there's more to that then why it really is memorable. (haha, you people will suffer!!)
For the past few days, we had Hari Usahawan. A Rumah Hantu room was set up and a few other games too. David, Navin, Avyi, Darren and I decided to go together. And so we did. I have to say, the scariest part of the Rumah Hantu was the queues. Really. We got squashed while lining up. Finally we got in.
It was funny. The setting was dark and you could barely see, but it was funny. Imagine people you know, dressed up with weird masks and costumes trying to scare you. One 'ghost' was to pop out of a locker and scare people. he popped out all right, but Navin put him back right in. As soon as the ghost came out of the locker, Navin shoved him back in and closed the door on him. Poor guy.
Another time, one ghost came up to Navin and put his hands to his neck in a mock choke. Navin pushed him. "You nak gaduh ke!?!" and the poor 'ghost' ran away. So much for scary. We were laughing our guts out as we came outside.
We came in a second time again to find that the locker was fully opened and no ghost was inside there. They learnt they're lesson.
Teacher's Day 2008
Now, you would be asking, why on earth would a student find Teacher's Day memorable? Well, this may explain some things....
It started out like this, Teacher's Day began with the usual 'Persembahans'. After (surviving) that, we had a super-long reccess while our teachers went for lunch in hte library. Now, a many students after getting bored of a super-long reccess decided to go back to class, including my class.
My friend Navin and I decided to surprise our class teacher (after all, he was one teacher who rocked), so we planned to tell some story of how Navin wounded/fell deadly sick/almost died to our teacher. Avyi decided to tag along. Navin would coordinate the class and get the surprises done while Avyi and I will tell some sad story of how Navin broke three bones while running around the classroom playing "jadi" and accidentally whacked into a glass window-plane and was to weak to even be brought down.
So of Avyi and I went. We planned our story(lie) on the way and waited outside the library where the teachers were 'makan'-ing. Cikgu Hizwan was taking a long time to finish (must have been taking seconds and thirds). While waiting, Pn Latifah (our very strict but caring headmistress) saw us outside(uh-oh) and asked us to take some food for the staff in the teacher's room (boleh tahan la). We took the chance to check back with Navin and the gang doing their preperations then went back down to wait some more.
While waiting, another teacher (our Science Teacher, also a teacher who rocks) saw us. We ended up letting him in on the plan. 5 minutes later, our class teacher came out (with curry-fied hands)
"Cikgu! Cikgu! Navin telah injure himself when he was running around the kelas!" Then we went on the explain how he couldn't walk so we couldn't bring him downstairs and how his leg was bleeding like mad. Thankfully, we didn't get carried away and say : "Cikgu! Navin telah mati!!" though we may have done so. Our teacher looked seriously shocked, and he wasn't just playing along, knowing we were lying. He actually believed us, after all, Navin was playful and the kind expected to get himself injured (<---Not an insult). That and the fact that we buttered up the lie with details and such. He rushed and washed his hands, then we led (or rather, were led him to our classroom.
A close look would see that the doors were closed, there wasn't any light in the classroom, and multiple students from other classes were gathered around the class (some saying things of how gruesome Navin's wound was etc.) He opened the classroom door and there came students rushing with presents and whatnot to him. Navin had managed to get a few students who had ghost mask (due to the previous "rumah Hantu" event in our school for the past few days -- It was Hari Usahawan also I think) to pose also.
Oh dang, I'm long-winded. Oh well, there's more to that then why it really is memorable. (haha, you people will suffer!!)
For the past few days, we had Hari Usahawan. A Rumah Hantu room was set up and a few other games too. David, Navin, Avyi, Darren and I decided to go together. And so we did. I have to say, the scariest part of the Rumah Hantu was the queues. Really. We got squashed while lining up. Finally we got in.
It was funny. The setting was dark and you could barely see, but it was funny. Imagine people you know, dressed up with weird masks and costumes trying to scare you. One 'ghost' was to pop out of a locker and scare people. he popped out all right, but Navin put him back right in. As soon as the ghost came out of the locker, Navin shoved him back in and closed the door on him. Poor guy.
Another time, one ghost came up to Navin and put his hands to his neck in a mock choke. Navin pushed him. "You nak gaduh ke!?!" and the poor 'ghost' ran away. So much for scary. We were laughing our guts out as we came outside.
We came in a second time again to find that the locker was fully opened and no ghost was inside there. They learnt they're lesson.
Switchfoot
If we only got one try
If we’ve only got one life
If time was never on our side
Before I die I want to burn out bright
I don't know why, but I'm addicted to Switchfoot songs of the late. They've always been my favourite band, and I've always known that they're songs have strong meaning, but only now do I really know how strong a meaning it has.
Subtle message: They Rock
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
More of School and Homework
School's good. Mainly because I've finished most of my homework. Which is not a(n) (good) excuse for teachers to give me more.
Today was Unit Beruniform practice. I ended up joining St. Johns (which rocks by the way.) Nuff said.
Other than that, I interviewed Tan Tse Hao, leader of the ExamsMustDie movement. Too bad I forgot how it went.....sorry Tan...
Anyway, with most of my homework gone, who knows, maybe I'll be able to complete Fragments of a Dream this year(Yeah right, dream on.) Or perhaps Guardian. Frankly, I don't know which to continue.... Fragments is a relatively basic plot but is written better than Guardian but Guardian has a really complex plot but is written badly..... Kay Lim, help!
Yup, thats all. Get lost. Sorry, Cya.
Wait, I forgot, I got piano class, which basically destroys hope of any story writing for the moment....
-Guardian
Today was Unit Beruniform practice. I ended up joining St. Johns (which rocks by the way.) Nuff said.
Other than that, I interviewed Tan Tse Hao, leader of the ExamsMustDie movement. Too bad I forgot how it went.....sorry Tan...
Anyway, with most of my homework gone, who knows, maybe I'll be able to complete Fragments of a Dream this year(Yeah right, dream on.) Or perhaps Guardian. Frankly, I don't know which to continue.... Fragments is a relatively basic plot but is written better than Guardian but Guardian has a really complex plot but is written badly..... Kay Lim, help!
Yup, thats all. Get lost. Sorry, Cya.
Wait, I forgot, I got piano class, which basically destroys hope of any story writing for the moment....
-Guardian
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Of Homework And Secondary School
I have to say, secondary school isn't that bad. The teachers are nice and it's a relatively good place. With that said, I'm sure that there will be some who are willing to argue with me on that point. Oh well, you can't please everyone.
Still, I miss primary school. I miss Jin pushing me into everyone I'm talking to, beating the daylights out of me in Batu Seremban, beating the daylights out of me literally and his "CHILL WOMAN!!!!" phrase. I miss Whitney's life-draining rants (<---not an exaggeration) about injustice/torture/death, Cikgu Hizwan's jokes and Pn. Wan Chek's popular qoutes (After 20 years of teaching, all your tricks are in my pocket!/Don't put words into my mouth!)
*Sigh*, good days, good days. Well, the amount of homework in Secondary school is giganticly humoungously big (correct word?) in amount. Still ok though, my mentallity is still in intact.
Anyways, I got Anggerik for my class. Kay Lim got Kenanga, Naeem got Dahlia, Travis was put in Kiambang and Jin ended up in BU3. Other than Alif, Sue, Alim, Amirah and Bakthiar, there wasn't anyone I knew in Anggerik. Soon though, I met a few people like Adam Harith, Naqib, Ming Huay, Tan (who's blog is so full of colourful language that I dare not link him. Visit www.examsmustdie.blogspot.com for his blog, Elson,Camillia and this guy who's name is Aaron Chai Jin Yen. I like his name, at least the Aaron part that is.
Yup, that's all I guess.
By the way, Encik Sivam (my IT teacher) said he can find our blogs, I wonder if he can. Most probably he's capable, after all, it's not that hard.
-Guardian
Still, I miss primary school. I miss Jin pushing me into everyone I'm talking to, beating the daylights out of me in Batu Seremban, beating the daylights out of me literally and his "CHILL WOMAN!!!!" phrase. I miss Whitney's life-draining rants (<---not an exaggeration) about injustice/torture/death, Cikgu Hizwan's jokes and Pn. Wan Chek's popular qoutes (After 20 years of teaching, all your tricks are in my pocket!/Don't put words into my mouth!)
*Sigh*, good days, good days. Well, the amount of homework in Secondary school is giganticly humoungously big (correct word?) in amount. Still ok though, my mentallity is still in intact.
Anyways, I got Anggerik for my class. Kay Lim got Kenanga, Naeem got Dahlia, Travis was put in Kiambang and Jin ended up in BU3. Other than Alif, Sue, Alim, Amirah and Bakthiar, there wasn't anyone I knew in Anggerik. Soon though, I met a few people like Adam Harith, Naqib, Ming Huay, Tan (who's blog is so full of colourful language that I dare not link him. Visit www.examsmustdie.blogspot.com for his blog, Elson,Camillia and this guy who's name is Aaron Chai Jin Yen. I like his name, at least the Aaron part that is.
Yup, that's all I guess.
By the way, Encik Sivam (my IT teacher) said he can find our blogs, I wonder if he can. Most probably he's capable, after all, it's not that hard.
-Guardian
Sunday, January 11, 2009
Let Your Love Be Strong
In this world of news...
I've found nothing new...
I've found nothing pure...
Maybe I'm just idealistic to assume that truth,
Could be fact and form...
That love could be a verb,
Maybe i'm just a little misinformed...
As the dead moon rises,
And the freeways sigh,
Let the trains watch over the tides and the mist,
Spinning circles in our skies tonight.
Let the trucks roar in,
From Los Angeles...
Maybe our stars are unanimously tired.
Let the wars begin,
Let my strength wear thin,
Let my fingers crack,
Let my world fall apart,
Train the monkeys on my back to fight,
Let it start tonight,
When my world explodes,
When my stars touch the ground,
Falling down like broken satellites.
Let your love be strong,
And I don't care what goes down,
Let your love be strong enough to weather through the thunder cloud,
Fury and thunder clap like stealing the fire from your skies.
All of my world resting on your love.
Taken from "Let Your Love Be Strong" by Switchfoot
I've found nothing new...
I've found nothing pure...
Maybe I'm just idealistic to assume that truth,
Could be fact and form...
That love could be a verb,
Maybe i'm just a little misinformed...
As the dead moon rises,
And the freeways sigh,
Let the trains watch over the tides and the mist,
Spinning circles in our skies tonight.
Let the trucks roar in,
From Los Angeles...
Maybe our stars are unanimously tired.
Let the wars begin,
Let my strength wear thin,
Let my fingers crack,
Let my world fall apart,
Train the monkeys on my back to fight,
Let it start tonight,
When my world explodes,
When my stars touch the ground,
Falling down like broken satellites.
Let your love be strong,
And I don't care what goes down,
Let your love be strong enough to weather through the thunder cloud,
Fury and thunder clap like stealing the fire from your skies.
All of my world resting on your love.
Taken from "Let Your Love Be Strong" by Switchfoot
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